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months
before it was attacked and overrun by zombies, which was the last time I felt mildly safe as there
were a few armed guards that had come from another facility.
“Good for you.” I said dryly.
“What if I have to pee?”
“For fuck's sake, Lane, if you wanna pee then you pee, just do it there in the middle of the road. I
don't care! Don't ask me any more dumb questions.”
“Sorry!” he mumbled, looking hurt.
“We walk until we find a crossroad then we'll say our goodbyes and go our separate ways. Sound
good to you?”
“Um, no.”
“Well, you don't get a choice. I just think it's for the best. That way I won't get killed trying to save
your ass.”
He mumbled something incoherent and we started walking again. He stayed a couple of steps
behind me. I wasn't sure if I liked him behind me. I felt vulnerable. I stopped and he walked in front
and looked back at me.
“What's wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. I'd just prefer it if you walked in front.”
“Why?” he asked, frowning, looking at me differently when I didn't answer.
“What, you think I'm gonna jump you or something?” I shrugged. “What's to say you won't jump
me when my back's turned?”
“I dunno, it depends on whether you've got anything useful in that rucksack?”
I was ninety percent sure he knew I was joking, although I was ten percent considering it.
He didn't say anything and turned around and stalked off in front. After awhile, I was finding it
difficult to keep up with him. I think he knew because every thirty steps or so he would stop and
pretend a stone on the road was interesting before kicking it away, and when I'd nearly caught up
with him he would start walking again.
After another five minutes of walking, the contents from Lane's bag started jingling again. Jingle-Jingle-Jingle
“What is that noise?”
“What noise?” he asked, his eyes scanning the trees.
“No, it's coming from your bag. Like a little jingly bell.”
“Oh that, it's just my keyring.”
“What?”
“It's a little bell on my keyring.”
“It's annoying! Do you want the zombies to find us?”
“It's not that loud. Anyway, what about you? You're not exactly being that quiet, what have you got
in your bag that keeps rattling around?”
I shifted my bag around. I had grown so used to my own noise I hardly heard them anymore.
“It's just a saucepan.” I snapped.
I took a moment to calm down before I spoke again. I was tired and it was making me cranky.
“Why do you even have a keyring?” I asked in a calmer voice.
“I don't know, it was mine so I kept it.”
“You keep your keys with you?”
“You didn't keep one thing from your old life?”
His eyes drifted down to my faded denim jacket, it was the same one I had worn at high school.
“Yeah, but not keys. Are you planning on going home sometime soon?”
“No, I just wanted to keep them.”
I laughed, but it wasn't a friendly laugh.
“You're different.” he said.
“How the hell would you know if I'm any different? You hung around with those assholes, you
never even spoke to me before Sean's party.”
“What happened to you, Alex?”
“The zombie-fucking-apocalypse that's what. Just keep walking.”
Forty minutes later of walking we reached a crossroad.
“Which way are you going?” he asked.
“The opposite way you're going.”
He stopped in the middle of the road and turned around to look at me.
I didn't say anything, I didn't like this either, but I thought it was for the best. I'd done pretty well on
my own. I didn't need anyone.
Lane looked both ways considering his options.
“Hurry up and choose, it's getting late, I haven't got all day.”
“I owe you a bullet,” he said.
“What?”
“You killed a zombie for me,”
“And?”
“And how about we stay together until I save your life, then we can call it even and go our separate
ways.”
I got the feeling I wasn't going to get rid of him even if I wanted to.
“Don't you think it would be safer if we stuck together?”
“Not